Craving The Enemy's Husband
“Come on, Christiana. You must be starving. Why don’t I take you out for lunch?”
I opened my mouth to refuse, but before I could, he pressed on, his voice lowering into something warm, intimate.
“I remember,” he said, tilting his head. “You used to love sandwiches. Do you still? Because I know where they sell the best ones in the city.”
The memory hit me like a cold wave. Sandwiches. He wasn’t lying. Back in university, I had told him once in passing that sandwiches were my favorite. They were cheap, quick, comforting. A throwaway comment at the time, one I never thought would matter.
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